Isaiah 15
1 The burden of Moab. Because in a night destroyed was Ar of Moab — It hath been cut off, Because in a night destroyed was Kir of Moab — It hath been cut off.
Uthenga wonena za Mowabu: Popeza kuti mu usiku umodzi wokha mzinda wa Ari wa ku Mowabu wawonongedwa, wawonongedwa pa usiku umodzi wokha. Mzinda wa Kiri wawonongedwa, wawonongedwa pa usiku umodzi wokha.
2 He hath gone up to Bajith and Dibon, The high places — to weep, On Nebo and on Medeba Moab howleth, On all its heads [is] baldness, every beard cut off.
Anthu a ku Diboni akupita ku nyumba ya milungu yawo, akupita ku malo awo achipembedzo kukalira; anthu a ku Mowabu akulirira mofuwula mzinda wa Nebo ndi wa Medeba. Mutu uliwonse wametedwa mpala, ndipo ndevu zonse zametedwa.
3 In its out-places they girded on sackcloth, On its pinnacles, and in its broad places, Every one howleth — going down with weeping.
Mʼmisewu akuvala ziguduli; pa madenga ndi mʼmabwalo aliyense akulira mofuwula, misozi ili pupupu.
4 And cry doth Heshbon and Elealeh, Unto Jahaz heard hath been their voice, Therefore the armed ones of Moab do shout, His life hath been grievous to him.
Anthu a ku Hesiboni ndi Eleali akulira mofuwula, mawu awo akumveka mpaka ku Yahazi. Kotero asilikali a ku Mowabu akulira mofuwula, ndipo ataya mtima.
5 My heart [is] toward Moab, Cry do her fugitives unto Zoar, a heifer of the third [year], For — the ascent of Luhith — With weeping he goeth up in it, For, in the way of Horonaim, A cry of destruction they wake up.
Inenso ndikulirira Mowabu; chifukwa othawa nkhondo ake akupita akulira ku chikweza cha Luluti mpaka ku Zowari ndi Egilati-Selisiya akupita akulira ku chikweza cha Luhiti, Akulira mosweka mtima pa njira yopita ku Horonaimu; akulira mosweka mtima chifukwa cha chiwonongeko chawo.
6 For, the waters of Nimrim are desolations, For, withered hath been the hay, Finished hath been the tender grass, A green thing there hath not been.
Madzi a ku Nimurimu aphwa ndipo udzu wauma; zomera zawonongeka ndipo palibe chomera chobiriwira chatsala.
7 Therefore the abundance he made, and their store, Unto the brook of the willows they carry.
Kotero kuti chuma chomwe anachipeza ndi kuchisunga, achitenga kuti awoloke nacho chigwembe cha Misondozi.
8 For gone round hath the cry the border of Moab, Unto Eglaim [is] its howling, And to Beer-Elim [is] its howling.
Kulira kwawo kukumveka mʼdziko lonse la Mowabu; kulira kwawo kosweka mtima kukumveka mpaka ku Egilaimu ndi Beeri-Elimu.
9 For the waters of Dimon have been full of blood, For I set on Dimon additions, For the escaped of Moab a lion, And for the remnant of Adamah!
Madzi a ku Dimoni afiira ndi magazi, komabe ndidzabweretsa zina zambiri pa Dimoni, mkango woti udzagwire aliyense othawa mu Mowabu ndi aliyense wotsala mʼdzikomo.
